PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I'm sitting on the ground,
Watching the birds fly around,
Observing the surroundings,
And I said, Fascinating.

I asked myself,
How come birds have someone ?
While me, I have no one.
How come people feel so complete,
While me, I feel so incomplete.

As I watch the ocean,
The wind blows my hair,
Then someone sat on my side,
He was the man in my dreams.

We spent our afternoon together,
Enjoying the company of each other,
Expecting that we would eat dinner,
But I woke up as a dreamer.

Surprised, Another dream of mine.